Years ago, the Easter Bunny stopped delivering me a basketful of candy each spring. I'd aged out of the demo, it turned out and was cut off. I was understandably bummed because, umm, candy...

Better than the Bunny

Fortunately, my mom stepped up and delivered. And delivered. And delivered. It's been decades at this point and every year I get an Easter Basket filled with not only candy, but as you can see in the pic above, Girl Scout cookies as well. The Easter Bunny never gave me Girl Scout cookies... thanks Mom!